Okay so I finished Chapter 2 but it so crazy long that I split up to be two chapters because it was almost 30 pages in Word and I like "Wholy Shit" so I cut it in half. I'll post the other half...better known as chapter 3 tomorrow.

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Survival Tip #379 – Do not mistake Director Fury's natural curtness as him having something personal against you. Unless you did something wrong.

Darcy was not allowed back to Shady Hills Elementary after that, she was in fact, encouraged to go as far away as humanly possible if the restraining order was any indication; the words, 'Your daughter is a monster,' being thrown around a lot. It wasn't that Darcy minded though, even after being told repeatedly that the woman was not a terrorist, Darcy did manage to find that Ms. Lightly did work the pole for her college years. She wasn't sure what working the pole meant but whatever it was seemed to be bad enough to cause the woman to cry and try to hide herself in shame. Darcy didn't know what the big deal was.

After that Phil decided that it was probably best to keep Darcy from the world for a while, homeschooling her on the computer and attempting a tutor when needed. None of them seemed to even last long enough to get through a three hour study session though. Phil could barely believe it as the fourth threw up his hands defeat and told him, "I can't do this sir. I'm sorry but I just…this is worse than any active war zone you could send me to."

Darcy however found it hilarious as her most recent victim walked from the apartment with what could only be described as explosion hair.

"Darcy you have to give them a break. These are hardened SHIELD agents, they've seen it all, and even with all their training they can't seem to handle you."

"It's not my fault SHIELD has some wusses on its payroll," the girl shrugged, continuing to play some odd looking Captain Crunch game on her PC.

A man in a tee shirt with the words "Carson Carnival of Travelling Wonders" fadedly printed on it stood silently as he watched a little girl about 10 or 11 dart out of one of the private labs just down the hall. She sealed it with a passcode and bolted down the hallway, effectively running right into him.

"Heh, sorry," Darcy muttered, glancing behind herself nervously before grabbing his hand and pulling him down the hallway behind her and she moved farther from the lab, "You might not wanna be near that door when the shit goes down."

"Why are you pulling me down the hallway?" the man asked curiously as he allowed himself to be dragged. Even using all her weight he could easily stop her if he wanted too. Just as he was about to do just that, he heard an explosion in the general direction of where they'd been and watched the now concaved door hit the other side of the corridor.

"That's why," she smiled, releasing his hand, "Darcy Lewis."

"Oh um Clint Barton," he responded, shaking her hand.

"Your new right," she asked curiously, scratching her head, "I haven't seen you around before and you're not in uniform."

"Yeah I'm new."

"Darcy," she heard Fury yell loudly as he moved toward her and she instantly puffed out her chest in courage. Clint had only met the man once and he was scared shitless of him, how was this young girl so confident in his presence.

"Yes?" she questioned innocently.

"What was that?"

"What was what?"

"That explosion in your lab thirty seconds ago," Fury clarified, his eyes narrow.

"I'm pretty sure that wasn't me," Darcy responded with a shrug.

"Are you now?"

"It was Clint," she clarified, turning to the man beside her, "I told you Clint, don't set off explosives in my lab."

"Darcy," Fury glared.

"What?"

"What were you building?" he questioned deflating.

"I was actually working with some radiation but it's not quite stable yet," she shrugged.

"Did you get your homework for English done?"

"English, pssh, I already know how to speak English," Darcy responded.

"Darcy," Fury growled, "With your father gone; I have to keep you in check. You can't die on my watch. You also can't slack on your homework."

"You are so not the cool Uncle, Uncle Nick."

Fury moved between Darcy and Clint and pushed her down the hall back to her lab, "You are to go back to your lab and fix the mess you made in there, then you need to finish your English homework and start your Trigonometry project; you are officially grounded."

"Damn Uncle Nick, you sure are a buzz kill," she grumbled, before turning back to Clint, "Well I guess I'll see ya later Carnie."

His eyes went wide at the comment, "How did you…"

"Your shirt," she smirked, "The front is for a carnival and the back says staff. For a secretive SHIELD agent you aren't very secretive."

Once Darcy had disappeared around the corner Fury turned the newest recruit, "I suggest for your own health and career that you keep your distance in regards to one Darcy Lewis. It is also suggested that you put your uniform on."

Clint stared at the leather clad man's back in disbelief; that tiny explosive happy girl was Fury's niece? Someone help him.

Phil paused his conversation with Fury as he heard the pitter patter of feet running down the halls of SHIELD. "I only know one person with feet that sound like that," Phil stated, glancing around the area curiously.

"I thought she was studying?" Fury added curiously.

"So did I," Phil sighed. Maybe assigning Barton as her babysitter was a mistake. They'd thought the sharpshooter could handle it; especially since he was one of the only agents that she hadn't tried to set on fire yet. She should have been studying her grammar but if she was running down the halls in her socks…

Suddenly a blur ran past them that they instantly recognized as Darcy. As quick as he could Phil grabbed her by the hood of her sweater and pulled her back to face him, "What are you doing?"

"Hide and Seek," the girl smiled excitedly, "With bows and arrows." The little girl held up her tiny Nerf bow and arrow. "I have to find Robin Hood before he finds me."

"Robin Hood?" Fury questioned confused.

"Yeah," Darcy responded, "I watched the School House Rock video on Grammar, then Clint made me read the book Robin Hood and identify all the types of Grammar in it, and then I had to do the assigned work on the computer for the school. Clint told me that if I got all that done that we could play Hide and Seek with Bows and Arrows. He's hiding first." Phil, in a state of shock released his daughter and watched as she waved goodbye and continued to pitter patter down the hallway looking for their sharpshooter.

"Did she just say that she got her English done?" Phil asked, "How did he do it…how did Clint do it?"

"Don't ask, just let it happen," Fury smirked, patting his friend on the back before leaving the bewildered Agent alone in the hallway to contemplate.

"How in the world…" Phil gaped in disbelief, his voice loosing words as he stared at the SHIELD swimming pool.

"What do you mean how it was actually really easy," Darcy sighed, "The hard part is figuring out how to get it cleaned up."

"But why the mechanical sharks?" Clint asked her curiously, "Or the fire water for that matter."

"Well it's not really 'fire water' per say; it's really just gas I poured on the pool that I lit with a match and they aren't sharks they're piranhas."

"But why?" Clint repeated.

"An experiment," Darcy shrugged, "I wanted to see if the mechanical piranhas could swim in both the fire and the water."

"Why?" her father asked this time.

"Because when I grow up I wanna have a fire moat with mechanical piranha that eat people who try to invade my house."

"You sound like an off balance super villain," Clint laughed.

"These are the crazy dreams of a child," Phil sighed, "Which isn't unusual, but most 11 year olds can't actually build mechanical piranha."

"They weren't that hard. I just took apart the printers in the accounts payable department."

"We're not going to be getting our pay checks this week, are we?" Clint questioned to his superior with a sigh of defeat.

"With the cost of cleaning this up, we're not ever getting paid again," Phil told the man with a pat on the shoulder.

Darcy had decided early on that Clint was her favorite person; she hadn't really needed to think about it that hard, it was quite obvious. But Darcy didn't like this beautiful woman that suddenly appeared beside him when she'd hugged him excitedly.

She was mad enough that Clint had missed her 12th birthday because of his mission in Russia. No one would tell her about it but it had only taken her ten minutes to hack the SHIELD files and find out. He was supposed to find and kill a Russian woman, not too hard. Clint was the best.

So the look of anger on Darcy's face was quite obvious when she'd launched herself at her self-appointed Robin Hood to find a beautiful woman's face looking at her over his shoulder.

"I didn't know you had a daughter Clinton," the woman responded with a thick Russian accent.

Darcy's body froze in disbelief; even the woman's voice was pretty. But it only took a couple of seconds for Darcy to regain her composure and ream into the woman in tight spandex.

"I am not 'Clinton's' daughter," Darcy huffed forming air quotes around the way she'd said Clinton, "Do they not have math where you're from? I'm twelve and Robin here is 24. That would mean that Arrows had me when he was 12…which is my age. Ridiculous."

"Darcy," Clint chastised annoyed. His eyes wide and mouth narrowed "Quit."

The woman stared at her intently with narrowed eyes and pursed lips and Darcy was instantly frightened, she had never really thought about what she said before, she'd never worried about having a filter, she was just so angry that this woman was coming to take Robin from her. The woman's glare made her flinch nervously and Clint moved in front of Darcy to keep the woman away just in case. He'd known that she'd killed children in the past.

"I like you," the woman suddenly stated, laughing loudly and coming toward the girl with her hand outstretched, "My name is Natalia Romonova but I am to be called Natasha here in this country. Do you shake?"

"Yeah," Darcy smiled, moving toward the woman from around Clint to shake her hand in return, "You're really pretty."

"Well thank you little one, you are as well."

"Your English is really good for being from Russia. Can you teach me Russian?"

"Of course, can you help to teach me better English?"

"Sure," Darcy sputtered out excitedly.

"Um, Darc," Clint began, though no one was listening, "Darcy. Natasha?"

"You can come to my room I've got all the coolest toys; I built a lot of them myself."

"That is quite extraordinary," Natasha replied, following the girl toward her room.

"I can show you some neat hacking tricks if you want."

"That is wonderful; I can show you how to snap a man's neck with your thigh muscles."

"COOOL," Darcy shouted, bouncing down the hall.

"Seriously," Clint wondered aloud in disbelief, "Did I just lose my tiny Darcy entourage to the Russian Spy?"

"And so, it was because of Captain America's incredible heroism and bravery that Hydra and the Nazis were not able to take over the planet," Darcy smiled, standing before her class to read her report for History. After the Kindergarten debacle, Phil was hesitant to put her back into the Public School system but after some prodding for her to get back into the real world by Fury, she was in a local…semi local, they couldn't have anyone from the kindergarten there, middle school.

"This is not acceptable Mr. Lewis," Mr. Wilson stated angrily, not bothering to notice that he did not share his daughter's last name, "She made a complete mockery of the entire class. I had students talking about aliens and secret organizations and whatnot. I don't know how it was at her last school…"

"She was homeschooled," Phil grumbled.

"Well that explains it. Maybe if you paid a bit more attention to your child these kinds of imaginary stories wouldn't happen." Mr. Wilson turned from the seat Phil was currently occupying to the one Darcy was in, "Ms. Lewis, you need to start living in the real world, there are no such things as aliens and there are no such things as super heroes."

"There are too," Darcy shouted angrily, "I've seen them."

"You need to get her out of her delusions Mr. Lewis," Mr. Wilson lectured annoyed, "Maybe take her to a professional."

"I don't need a shrink," Darcy growled out angrily.

"That isn't your decision," Mr. Wilson glared, turning back to her father, "I really don't want her in my class again until she can take it a bit more seriously."

"Darc," Phil stated turning to his daughter, "Looks like we'll try again for High School." He had her gather her things from her desk and quickly led her to the black SUV; getting her loaded in and away from the school before they called the police.

"Darcy, you need to be more careful about what you say in school," Phil lectured.

"But you told me to do it," Darcy whined annoyed.

"What do you mean I told you to do it?"

"So what do you do with them," Darcy asked curiously, turning the card over in her hand before setting it down to eye the next one.

"Well most people trade them…or collect them," Phil replied with a smile, happy to see that she was taking an interest in his collection.

"Like Pokémon?" Darcy replied, eying the card closer.

Phil ripped the cards from her hand as though she might burn them and snarled, "Not at all like Pokémon."

"Sorry," Darcy sighed, "Don't get your fanboy pants in a wad."

"Darcy, he's a hero," Coulson replied.

"He was some recruitment dude for the war," Darcy shrugged, "He's technically no different from Uncle Sam."

"You need to learn your History," Phil replied.

"That is what I learned in History," Darcy countered.

"Well then you may or may not want to hack SHIELD's server and get some information on the man," Phil stated as cryptically as possible.

"Are you encouraging me to snoop?" Darcy asked curiously.

"Never," her father winked, gathering his cards back together and putting them back in their protective case.

"You're such a good dad," Darcy grinned, heading to her room to jump onto her computer.

Darcy sighed bored, that was one of the things she hated about homeschooling, no other kids to annoy or blow up. Okay so she didn't blow the other kids up, just kind of made them wish they were. She let the radio sit beside her and blast her music as she hummed along; tinkering with a motherboard she was working with to build an AI bomb diffuser for some of her more dangerous endeavors.

The song changed and she continued to solder when she heard an odd crackling come from the radio. Now crackling on an FM radio underground isn't that unheard of but after Darcy's improvements it sure was odd. Putting down her toy, Darcy turned to the radio and after fiddling with it knew exactly what it was.

When Darcy had improved her radio she had done so by piggybacking off one of SHIELD's satellites, the satellite in question was for radio emergency transmissions and was quite guarded. The crackling indicated that there was an emergency call coming in from a SHIELD agent somewhere in the world.

"Alpha Sigma Theta, Alpha Sigma Delta, this is Agent 276 Codename Hawkeye with Agent 778 Codename Black Widow. Our covers have been compromised and we are requesting immediate extraction to ensure the mission. I repeat, Agent 276 and 778 requesting immediate extraction. 0286 out."

Darcy froze, her motherboard hitting the ground and snapping in two against the cement floor of her lab, "Clint and Tasha?" She quickly bolted from her lab and ran to Fury's office not bothering to knock as she pushed open the door to find it empty. She quickly whipped around to his secretary and slammed her hands on the woman's desk, "Where's Nick?"

"It's Director Fury," the woman responded, not amused by the girl.

"Where is Nick?" she repeated angrily.

"He's in a meeting," she responded, playing a game on her computer, and not bothering to look at the girl in front of her.

"Where?"

"Classified," the woman responded. Now Darcy was pissed, quickly fishing into her pocket she pressed the button on her custom EMP and watched with amusement as the woman's screen darkened and her computer shut down.

"Hey, you little bitch," the woman growled, finally looking at her.

"Where is Nick!"

"He's not here," the woman growled, "He and Coulson are in the White House and they don't have their phones. You'll just have to wait to blow something up."

"Grrr," Darcy growled annoyed, turning from the woman and storming out and back to her lab. Once inside she quickly bypassed the security firewall and found the mission, 0286. "Budapest?" Darcy wondered aloud, what the hell were they doing in Budapest? She delved in farther but could find nothing that showed they were going to be extracted, were they just going to leave them there?

As fast as she could, Darcy created fake passports and identities for the three of them; mother, father, and daughter, then proceeded to get a plane ticket for Budapest. If SHIELD wasn't going to do anything…then she was.

Once Darcy was off the plane at the Budapest Ferenc Liszt Airport, she hacked into their GPS locators and smiled when she found them to only be five miles away, quickly hopping into a taxi out front and directing the man to the location.

"Why you want go there?" the man asked in choppy English as he continued to drive down the busy city streets of Hungary.

"Visit my family," the girl smiled, "My mom and dad are there and I'm meeting them."

"Are you?" the man questioned with a laugh that made Darcy feel incredibly uncomfortable.

"Yup," she said with a fake smile on her face, glancing down at her custom GPS tracker, hoping to God that they were okay.

"Your mother is Black Widow?" the man suddenly asked curiously, eying her in the rearview mirror; his words causing her to look up.

"What?"

"Your mother Black Widow?" he asked again, "She only non-Hungarian woman in building you want."

"You can let me out here," Darcy replied, the smile no longer on her face as she threw hundreds of forint Banknotes through to the front seat hurriedly.

"I think not," he smiled, half his teeth missing as he turned in his seat and sprayed a strange mist in her face, her head instantly hitting the window as she passed out.

Darcy awoke to the smell of blood and rusty metal and as she regained her senses she quickly realized that she was tied to a chair.

She tugged a couple of times but it didn't take much for her to realize that she wasn't getting out. She let her eyes focus and realized that both Clint and Tasha were tied up beside her passed out as well. Tasha had a bloody lip, a black eye, at least three broken ribs, and her hand was mangled. Clint looked about the same but instead of his hand, it seemed that his had been severely beaten in the chest and stomach, if the blood seeping through his purple shirt was any indication.

Darcy sucked in her breath in despair, they were like her family, how could these people do this. She knew they were bad people. That was the reason Clint and Tash were called in the first place, but this was really bad. They might not make it out of here alive.

Her dad was going to kill her.

"Roger, Madeline, and Cara Wright. Just a cute little family," a man she didn't recognize stated with a smirk as he looked between the fake passports.

"Too bad Mommy and Daddy won't be alive to watch you grow up," he laughed, moving in so close to her face that she could smell his breath.

She couldn't tell if he really thought they were related or if he knew the passports were fake and he was treating the entire thing as a huge joke, but the knowledge wouldn't really help her at the moment anyway.

"Let us go," Darcy yelled, faking the innocence a 13 year old girl could have, "I just want to go home with my family."

"That won't happen," the man smirked, "After what your mother and father did to my plans I cannot let them leave the facility alive." Darcy's breath hitched. "But don't worry my little Aniko. I will let you live. You can be my mistress."

She heard Clint moan, and she had to be careful. She was beginning to think that they really didn't know that they weren't related, this could be quite helpful for her.

"Dad," she shouted toward Clint, "Dad."

"Yes, Daddy Daddy," the man mocked, slapping her across the face, the sound reverberating off the metal warehouse walls, "Wake up Roger Wright…I have your daughter."

Clint moaned more but his eyes slowly began to open and become a bit more alert. He turned his head to eye his surroundings and his breath hitched when he spotted Darcy.

"Da…" he began before she quickly cut him off.

"Yes Daddy, it's me Cara," Darcy quickly shouted, "I think Mommy's okay but she hasn't woken up yet."

"Okay," Clint said slowly, his head still groggy as he tried to let the information sink in, "Are you okay sweetie."

"Yes, Daddy. I'm okay," Darcy replied, squirming a bit in her bindings.

"Aww," the man smiled, "What a cute little family reunion; father and daughter together again."

"Why are you doing this?" Darcy screamed angrily, "Let us go."

"Shut up," he growled, slapping her hard across the face.

Clint growled at the man before shouting, "Da…Cara are you okay?"

"Yeah…I'm fine. This guy hits like a bitch."

"What?" the man snarled, grabbing her chin and pulling it towards him, "It is you who will soon be the little bitch."

He grabbed her shoulder roughly before moving to untie her bindings, "I will teach you to behave like a good concubine."

His hands were stronger than hers and she knew she couldn't escape but she also knew what she kept in her back pocket…for emergencies. He quickly shoved her in front of him and pulled her hands around her back holding them down to her butt so that he could both restrain her and grope her at the same time.

As subtly as she could, Darcy reached a finger in her back pocket and pulled out the click pencil; holding it carefully in her hand so that he would notice.

"What is this?" he yelled angrily, feeling the pencil in her hand and ripping it from her grasp, "You think to stab me with this pen, you wench." He threw her to the ground angrily, "It is you who shall be stabbed, but it will not be with a pen." Her breath hitched as he held the pencil in his hand, eying it curiously. "It is nice pen…I will keep it."

He smiled and tested it by pushing down on the top only for the world to seemingly stop as his hand and most of his arm was blown apart by the explosion. He screamed, falling to the ground in agony and pain. Darcy jumped up as fast as she could, spitting on him as she ran past his withering body and quickly untying Clint and Tasha.

Tasha, it seemed, was jolted awake by the explosion and eyed the situation in confusion, "What's going on?"

"Oh, ya know," Darcy smiled, "Family vacation."

Clint laughed but stopped short as the warehouse seemed to fill with men, men with guns, "Dar get behind me."

"Okay," she sputtered quickly, getting between Clint and Tasha as they stood back to back.

"We need my backpack," Darcy told them quickly, spotting it about ten feet away.

"We need guns," Tasha countered.

"Like it said, we need my backpack." Tasha and Clint both looked at her curiously understanding instantly what she was referring to.

"We need her backpack."

Darcy quickly searched her pockets for anything they could use and found three refill packs full of pencil lead. "Here," she stated quickly, handing Tasha and Clint one each and keeping the other as back-up.

"What are we going to do with this?" Tasha asked curiously.

"Blow them up," Clint replied, pointing to the man who had now passed out in a pool of his own blood. Tasha smiled and opened the container letting the tiny sticks fill her hand carefully. Clint grinned and tossed three out from him letting them hit the ground and explode, the debris and force knocking the men off their feet.

Using the distraction to her advantage, Darcy bolted toward the backpack and quickly began pulling the weapons from it muttering to herself, "Oh Kim Possible backpack. This is a sitch indeed."

Once she had gotten them guns, it hadn't taken them long to take out the 86 men in the warehouse. She counted them as they went down. Once the men were killed, Darcy laced the building with explosives and planned it just well enough so that they would be walking away from the building as it blew apart; just like a movie. She'd given Tasha and Clint their passports, to which they had both laughed, and they were soon headed home to SHIELD.

The second they were off the plane she was engulfed in a hug from her father, he was squeezing her so tight she thought her lungs were going to explode. "You are not allowed to go on a mission ever again," he lectured, still holding her in a bear hug.

"I can't breathe," Darcy huffed.

"Good," Phil replied, continuing to grip her tightly.

"I got you a present," Fury smirked from behind the bear that was killing her, "Here." She eyed the device thoughtfully as it was forced into her hand.

"What is it?" she asked curiously, her father finally setting her back on the ground and taking a step back to eye the object as well. Apparently the present wasn't cleared by her dad.

"It's a taser," Fury grinned. Darcy continued to eye it curiously, muttering an,

"Ohhhh."

"Don't give her a taser," Phil lectured his boss in disbelief, "She'll hurt somebody."

"Good," Fury replied, "I can't have my future replacement being killed before she's Director."

"What?" Darcy, Clint, Natasha, and Phil all seemed to ask simultaneously.

"Well, it isn't set in stone or anything?" Fury replied with a laugh, the whole thing obviously a joke.

"You're so awesome Uncle Nick," Darcy grinned, gripping him into a bear hug of her own.

"No hugging," Fury replied.

"I'll be the best director ever," Darcy grinned, walking toward the car ahead of them, hand over her eye as she barked out fake commands and pointed her new Taser at everyone.

"I think I just made a mistake," Fury grumbled to himself only to be overheard by Clint.

"Oh I know you did sir," Clint laughed.

Okay so chapter 3 will be out tomorrow and that is actually High School and Prom te he he he and then Chapter 4 is with the internship

And please let me know if this made expectations or was really below par because every time I read it I like it less and less...which is true for everything I write. Reassurance is always appreciated.

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